Beat Still

Chapter 11: Beat Still

*Marcel's Pov*

"Hey Marcyyy..." I hear someone purr in my ear, "I've been looking for you all night."

I feel my blood turn cold. My hands start to sweat. I know exactly who this is, and quite frankly I wish I didn't know him at all. I need to get out of here.

I slide out of his grip and make a beeline to the toilet. I can't believe he is here! My ex boyfriend. How did he find me? God I hope he isn't following me.

I quickly locked the door behind me. How am I going to get out of this one? I look in the mirror at my pale face and run my hands over my gelled hair. I sat my glasses on the counter and splashed some water on my flushed face. This should help my anxiety a little...

Just as I was going to try and make a run for it there were three knocks at the door. Once again I could feel my heart quicken in pace and my blood turn colder than ice. I hate to admit it, but I am scared. Terrified even. What is he doing here? What does he even want from me?

"Marce? Marcy are you in there?" A voice whispered. It isn't him! Oh thank God, maybe I'm home free!

I cautiously unlock the door and take a step back, allowing the familiar figure to step inside.

"Oh Marcy, I've been looking for you all night!" Louis excitedly yelled the exact words my ex just whispered. I blew out a sigh of relief. Thank God it's just this drunken idiot and not...him. He shall will not be named. I am totally serious you guys, we are referring to this guy as Him and nothing more.

Who knows what he would have done to me... Yelled at me? Hit me? Raped me? Or even worse than all of that... Pretended he loved me and broke my heart again. No thanks.

"Louis are you drunk?" I crossed my arms and glared at the blue eyed boy.

He hiccuped and gave me a sheepish smile in return. "That answered my question. Let's get you to bed then lad."

"Carry me Marcy!" Louis whined. Geeze he could be such a child, I swear! I lifted Lou off the ground easily and giggled as he yelled "Wheee" like he's seven. I allowed him to wrap himself around me before exiting the restroom.

He wrapped his legs carefully around my torso, which left me no choice but to hold him up by grabbing his bum. A very nice bum might I add.

"I like where this is going Marcy." He mumbled into my neck. I immediately felt my face burn. What is he doing to me? He then did the unthinkable.

He started kissing my neck! Not even kissing, basically licking, and blowing, and biting...whatever sexual act you can perform on a neck he did it.

I let out a loud moan, and quickly covered my mouth with one hand. I could tell Lou was shocked. Heck, I surprised myself with that! People started looking our way with a mixture of emotions. Some were looking like "get a room!" and others looked like"you go Marcel, get some!". Louis started giggling and went back to work, even starting to unbutton my shirt.

I carried him into the guest bedroom and sat him down. I started to button my shirt back up while moving towards the door in the process. Lou gave me a pouty face and crossed his arms.

"Marcy, what the fuck?" he looked like such a child," I wasn't finished!" He stomped his foot roughly and scrunched his face up at me. I'm starting to think it's Lou I need to worry about not...Him.

"Lou, go to bed. You are drunk, and you don't know what you're doing." I said in my mom voice. Liam and I are pretty much known as sort of the 'parents' of the fab four. The 'no fun havers', the 'party poopers', 'mummy and daddy'. You get the picture.